User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/Invaders of Southsward/@comment-3135907-20120201221456

Captain Zild holds his cloak beautiful green velvet cloak tighter to himself in an effort to keep warm against the chilly winds on the ramparts of Castle Floret. Gravetail and Brudge, two other captains, sit with him around a dying fire, their cloaks tight about them as well. "I don't like der looks o' diz weather, mates," says Captain Brudge, a weasel. "`Tis ominous. I've a feelin' we've got trouble comin', mates. Wot d'yew think?" "Hoi, yer right," says the ferret Captain Gravetail. "We'd be better t' go inside." With that the two stump off down the wallstairs into the courtyard and head for the castle. "Hah," says Zild to nobeast in particular. "Those toads wouldn't go out in sunny weather either, methinks. Too hot, they'd shrivel to their grimy yellow hides. Hahaha!"